Disclaimer: Shugo Chara/Doki! Ain't mine, fools!

Chapter One:

Ten years ago…

Often, the best relationships start off with a rather unusual confession, that or, a rather rude insult.

Innocent seven year old Amu skipped around, giddily picking up the many colourful flowers she could find. There were pink ones, purple ones and pretty yellow ones. She bundled them up in her small hands, her cheeks a rosy red.

"Mommy, mommy!" She called excitedly, running over to her mother and tugging on the end of her shirt. "Look mommy, pretty flowers." She held up her colourful bouquet of flowers proudly, a wide grin intact.

When her mother didn't respond, Hinamori let out an aggravated huff. She lifted her leg and bent it back, knowing full well what she was about to do. She refused to be ignored.

She was just about to swing a kick when she noticed someone else's presence, a young boy in fact, who didn't look much older than she. He was standing beside his mother not too intent on listening to what was happening.

Forgetting completely about the kick she took small timid steps towards him. Amber eyes big and full of curiosity, he was just that interesting. The boy looked back at her, his gaze emotionless yet still giving off a come-any-closer-and-I'll-kill-you vibe.

Midori, Amu's mother, took notice of the two and quickly did the introductions. All the while the green-eyed boy glared at her, not liking her one bit. Apparently he was supposed to stay with her family from now on.

With a small shove from her mom, Amu was facing the said boy, a nervous smile twitching at her lips.

She held out a timid hand in which the flowers were in to him, "Hi, I'm Amu, it's nice--,"

With super speed like actions he whacked her hand away, the bouquet of freshly picked flowers falling to the ground. "Shut up, ugly!"

Usually, the best of friendships start off with a mutual understanding, where one comes off with an approachable vibe.

Hinamori's mother had been kind enough to allow Amu some playtime with some of the neighborhood kids. They played tag, hide-and-seek and various hand games.

Although she was having the time of her life, her new room mate, however, was not. He sat himself idly on the grass, his face contorted in anger. He didn't like this place.

"Would you like to come and play?" Amu asked in her friendliest voice.

"Go away, dummy!"

And of course, for the growing connection to blossom, one would need the ability to be able to show affection in times of need.

Learning to ride a bike was hard, Hinamori noted. The seat was uncomfortable, and the wheels were scary and big, balancing the beast was a total pain in the rear. Every time she lifted a foot to the pedal the bike would instantly tumble to the side.

Midori had explained countless times that the first time in riding a bike would be hard, and that trainer wheels would be needed. Rubbish! Trainer wheels were for babies, and seven year old Amu was certainly no baby.

Getting the bike up-right once again she placed a foot on the pedal. This time, she was determined to get the thing moving. With slow and tiny pushes from her spare leg, she managed to get the monster going somewhat and quickly raised her foot to the other pedal.

Her green-eyed friend stood against the wall, arms folded over his chest. He was waiting for the fall. The stupid girl would never learn how to ride a bike even if her life depended on it, and sure enough, not too long after the bike made a rough turn and tumbled, sending poor Amu to the concrete.

"Hau, I scraped my knee…" She whimpered, already on the verge of tears as she warily eyed the red that slowly started to seep from the wound.

The boy laughed, shook his head and walked off muttering: "Oh, suck it up."

But sometimes, you don't need any of that crap to have a close relationship with someone you care for.

Seven years later…

She glared fiercely at his smirking face. Her gaze was relentless yet it still did not phase the teen standing in front of her like she thought it would. She growled, teeth grinding together and hands fisted beside her. She was going to kill him.

Hinamori clutched the towel around her body, her hair still damp and face flushed. She had only been in the bathroom for fifteen minutes before idiot waltzed in, a wide grin intact as he gave off a wolf whistle. She couldn't even have a decent shower without that creep always interrupting her.

"You perverted, pervert!" She wailed, grabbing the bar of soap nearest to her and throwing it full force at the smirking teen.

Effortlessly he moved out of the way, taking a single step to the side. His cocky smirk increased ten-fold. "Hey, it's not my fault you don't lock the door." His green misty eyes scanned over her—much to Amu's dismay before adding, "Nyeah, the view ain't so great anyways."

There was a pregnant silence until Hinamori had finally realized what he had said.

"WHY—YOU!" She lunged at him, intent on strangling the bastard until he vowed to never mess with her again. But as fate would have it, the sly devil took his cue to leave and quickly stepped out of the bathroom, firmly slamming the door on her face before she could even lay a finger on him.

"You're a dead man, Kukai!"

From the other side of the door, his laughter could be heard. Hinamori's useless banging only helped in increasing his laughter. She was just so fun to tease. "Hey Hina," he cooed, "Like what I did to your clothes?"

There was another pause of silence in the bathroom. He stayed close to the door, a laugh itching at his throat. It would be just about time…

"KUKAI YOU DEMENTED FREAK, WHAT THE HELL DID YOU DO TO MY SKIRT?!"

He held a hand to his mouth, trying with all his ability not to burst out in hysterical laughter. "I just made some re-adjustments."

With a bang, the bathroom door was violently thrown open, and a furious Amu stepped out. From the waist up, one could say she looked completely normal. But from the waist down… well that was a different thing altogether.

"What is this?" She questioned angrily, pointing down to her oddly and out-of-uniform skirt.

He looked down to his creation, he had spent a whole five minutes of his life getting it to like that, and he was very proud. He was a naturally born artist with a gift to make all things ugly. He smiled, "Looks good."

Hinamori, having been so fumed with rage, said nothing and instead stomped off into her room and slammed the door shut… to which she re-opened to quickly put a 'No Kukai Trespassing!' sign up and re-slam it closed.

Living with the barbarian was hell. He ate with his mouth open, walked in on her showers (if not purposely), read her diary and was a chocolate thief. Despite being a year older than her he still managed to act like the immature eight year old brat she had known when they were young. Not only that, but he had the worst habits and he always hogged the T.V remote. Yes, living with him was hell.

And yet, somewhere along the lines, stupid cupid had managed to stick her with a love arrow. Despite the boys many… many flaws he had a lot of outstanding characteristics—not that she could exactly name them, but they were there.

"Hey Hina, what's taking so long, schools in five minutes, your not doing anything echhi in there are you?"

She felt a vein throb, "You can wait, you impatient clown."

Laughter was heard from the other side, "By the way Hina, you left your things in the bathroom."

Amu stood stiff, her face paling. She had forgotten completely about retrieving her undergarments from the bathroom and knowing him he would've done something wretched to them.

With a violent intent she burst through the door, "I'll kill you!" she roared fiercely, catching Kukai with the article of clothing red-handed.

He jumped up out of shock, reflexively throwing her bra behind him. He grinned nervously and started to back away.

A cat-like hiss escaped her as she made advancing steps towards him. Kukai gulped, did a quick back glance and ran for his life. From behind, Hinamori's footsteps were clearly heard, chasing him much like a predator would to its prey.

Hinamori reached a hand out, able to grab him by the back of his shirt and slowed him down enough so that she could jump onto his back and pound the living daylights out of him.

"Ack!" Kukai cried as he fell to the ground, Amu now sitting on his back with her legs on either side of him. "You're crushing my manly ego here! I'm supposed to be on top!"

"Perverted thoughts be gone!" She thumped him on the back of his head with a hard fist.

"Oww… oww, they're still there!"

Another thump, "Still there?" she questioned, fist prepared.

He shook his head. "No…"

I promised myself I wouldn't type this until I finished 'Sweet Revenge' but it was just too tempting!

Anyways, hopefully it was fun to read as it was to type. (:

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